Who knows? Isn't that awful? Maybe she had a stroke, an aneurysm, heart attack or the shock of the landing somehow spontaneously dissected an already fragile and weakened vertebral artery at the neck, displaced an occult cervical ataxia or something weird like that. Tibbe liked to cheat by jumping halfway down from the stairs until he had to endure my nagging butt-chewing, fingerpointing right in his face, eye-brow-knitted, wrathful rant from me for about 60 or more long seconds and a whole lot of re-training right after the rant. He was happy to go all the way down - anything to get me happy with him again and avoid the ranting mommie. He soon got the message but every once in a while, he still bails off the couch though he hasn't done it in probably over a year now, come to think of it! It's just muscle memory with him now - he automatically goes down his steps or ramp - we've both in the house. Poor baby, at least she went without a lot of bad suffering.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |